The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 293 You lost!
John's hand was frozen in mid-air.

"She said she wanted to leave, so you really helped her get out of this game, hehe, how kind. But, do you know what she recalled at the end? Hahaha—she committed suicide because she lost everything , I didn’t have any nostalgia for life, so I jumped from upstairs. Tsk tsk, what a pity, is there any difference between her and those "people who don't value life" that you have always hated? If it was you, would you still Will you bring her into your trial? Hahaha, it's ridiculous, oh yes, in fact, if Jill stays here, maybe she can still compete for the chance of resurrection, but you cut her off The way of resurrection, if you look at it this way, what is the difference between you and those you hate who despise life?"

The bartender smiled and said that his voice was no longer gentle, but gradually became rough, like sand and stones rubbing against each other. It was a whisper that only demons could have in legend.

"Ah, ah, I'm really sorry, but you are so funny, I haven't had such fun in a long time, hahahaha——"

"Are you testing humanity?" John looked at the empty front, and finally let go of his hanging hand.

"No no no, I didn't want to test that, I just thought."

"Interesting?" John interrupted the bartender lightly.

"Yes, interesting."

"So, you will never really understand us." John said lightly, and picked up a chip on the table: "You are showing us the way, instead of letting us make our own choices"

"Haha——Yeah, it's so interesting to watch a person go from joy, to struggle, and finally to despair. Huh? What do you mean by picking up that chip, hehe, you don't want to play anymore, So are you going to break them, give up, the chips cannot be damaged, you can only get rid of them if you export them all."

"No, I changed my mind." John responded, "I want to win."

"Oh? You want to win? Hehe, I smell it, it smells of hatred, so are you looking for revenge?" the bartender asked with a smile, but the words just fell.
"No!"

An angry voice with a little morbid joy suddenly sounded.

"You! You can't win!"

John frowned, and he turned his head to look at William at the side. It was William who yelled these words. At this moment, he had already recalled everything, so he stared at John with a stern face.

"Yeah, I remembered everything. It turns out that I am dead, and you are the one who killed me!" He roared, "You bastard! You are finished, I am the winner of this game, I am the one who killed me!" I will succeed in getting my wish, I will be resurrected, and you will go to hell!"

Knowing that he was dead, William's state of mind changed greatly. This desire for life seemed to be the spirit that John conveyed in his trial game. However, this spirit, at this moment, gave His heaviest blow.

"Just now, Jill exchanged my eyes, right, hahaha—then, I... hand over my eyes!"

"Hahaha that's great, it seems that you have finally figured it out." The bartender smiled: "Then, as you wish."

With these words, William's eyes suddenly protruded outwards, the eyelids were stretched open, and the scarlet blood was spreading crazily.

No one could have imagined what kind of pain this was, but William seemed to be neurotic, howling in pain and laughing at the same time.

"John, you! Lost! Lost!"

With a bang, a strange sound, William's eyes popped out of their sockets, dripping with blood, and at the same time, a puff of hot smoke burned his eye holes into dark scars.

And with John offering his eyes, the number of chips on the field at this moment finally broke the balance.

William's chips: 3.[Nose] [Mouth] [Eyes]

John's chips: 2.They are 【nose】【mouth】

"Hey hey, what's the matter, are you a little panicked?" William's eyes were dark, but he still smiled and said: "Well, you may be panicky, after all, I already have more chips than you, but you Or maybe you don't care at all, because you still have two chips, so as long as you win me in the subsequent guessing game, that's fine."

"Hahaha——you must be thinking, with your observation ability of people, if you play rock-paper-scissors with you, you will definitely be defeated by you, right?"

"That's why I won't be so stupid as to play finger-guessing with you, I'm going to kill you right away!"

William said.

"I want...your nose!"

Following these words, William fumbled and threw out the leftmost chip in front of him.While throwing it, he inserted his other hand into his eye socket, desperately pinching the burned and closed blood hole.

"Haha, it's exactly what I thought. The rules of this game have a lot of meaning."

The bartender smiled: "Oh? I didn't expect that you were the first to find out."

"Hahaha—Of course, I am an insurance worker, so I will carefully select every word in the contract, because sometimes, a simple word is hundreds of thousands of compensation." William said: "So, at the very beginning when you said the rules, I found the description of a rule very strange. [When there is only one person who can still play cards, then this person is the winner], the key point of this rule It seems to be telling us the final victory condition, but in fact, it is emphasizing [the last person who can play]!
Yes, you don’t necessarily have to win, but you just need to make your opponent unable to play cards. For example, although he has a hundred chips and you only have one, but he can no longer play cards, then you also Be the final winner.

Of course, the organs on these chips are also very strange. Are the eyes, nose, mouth, tongue, and ears simply allocated according to the five senses, or do you want us to deprive each other of each other’s perceptions, such as vision, hearing, and smell? However, if this is the case, why is there an option of [mouth]? If we don’t want us to speak, wouldn’t it be enough to just pull out the [tongue]?

And the answer to this question, I didn't want to understand until Cisse's eyes, tongue and other organs were pulled out, because I noticed that there was a flame that scorched all his wounds, although it looked like It was to help him stop the bleeding and prevent him from dying like this.

But it's not just that.

Because just now I pressed hard on those burnt scars. I found that it couldn't be pressed at all.

Those scars are as strong as stones. "

(End of this chapter)